Springs Love

You will see in his eyes the more noble the more santa! If you see his sad countenance, and his wrinkled eyes, – has been by all the crying, that silence has poured.-you can confuse her, because as she no two-only question: who calls? and you will respond: am I-offer of your water, and dale bread your table.-don’t wait, Lord who comes tired.-how good she was, I can give I, thousand accounts.-most do not ask him anything, and pass by your door.-No me supliques mas, girl.-don’t cry more before my your mother has already arrived, and here at my side, I have conversandome of it. = To my mother who died on December 24, 1989, on the day of the mothers of the 2009.-(Hace 20 anos) not have been able to forget = all is I was with you, my childhood,-my illusions, – my desire to live, and your cheerful songs! Te fuistes 20 years ago, and it seems like it was yesterday-I’ve not been able to forget you, nor I leave wanting to.-roots of my life, is left in your belly- and I followed my path, because it is what I have asked- but never have lived since that your partistes,-sense, has nothing since your te fuistes-try to surviveI have no other way.- but I would not be happy, until I meet with you! Eva’s Torriente Diaz the Torriente Diaz = poem to my son IGNACIO: (my great love) Tips = has Brown eyes, blonde hair like the Sun-the smile that hurts! Gallardo and dreamy only 20 Springs, which touted so much love think well, my son, when it comes to love, do not confuse desire with something much higher.-! Ask him if he will be with you when you finish the passion – good and bad, health, or pain.-If the twilight of life you will see as today-that beauty passes – and reach understanding.-when your breasts are no longer firm and timing you passion.-is when you can realize, which is trafficking love that much you pretend, mother, how much you want to for my. I on the other hand, only love,-that she is look to it! This was the response from my son Ignacio, when we talked about the love.-Eva de la Torriente Diaz March 1988 = dedicated to first grandson Renato Diaz III, when only had 2 years old. My first grandson = your sweet love, moisten my eyes, and your mischievous smile, manages to dominate my anger-Me is so difficult to separate me from you, and your innocent love makes me so happy! In your wet, crazy and sweet kisses, I feel that precientes my lack of love-soon you will be man, and lo seras veras, – ready to confront the worst of life.-Seras my Knight, – full of chimeras, to guard me worst.-then hope to someday understand, that although I’ve gone beside the Lord.-your always seras, in this poor grandmother, affection more sweet, my greatest chimera, and DE TODA MI VIDA, MI MAS BELLO love! Eva of the Torriente Diaz original author and source of the article..